Season Finale

Southern Living is my travel bible for below the Mason Dixon and it wisely prompted our girl’s morning out (plus Caid) excursion to Georgetown, SC. Its antebellum charm is best captured by the SL editor, so I’ll save you the verbosity of my descriptive prose. Suffice to say, it was worth being wedged at a 45 degree angle between two car seats with two tempestuous toddlers during the drive there.

Irene, the Hurricane that is, skimmed our coastline, providing sufficient excitement for my closet meteorologist father and justifiable investment in Blockbuster entertainment as we vegetated the monsoon-like day away. Prepared to evacuate if necessary, we debated what we would leave behind and in truth, during that interiminably long rainy day, we considered leaving Caid.   (kidding, really)

In other notable holiday highlights, Kincaid fell halfway down the wooden steps of our beach house, which is where I discovered him dangling by the foot as my mom prevented him from completing the entire flight on his head. Despite appearing like a victim of domestic violence with his bloodied eyelid and bruised cheekbone, he survived with little affect to his reckless approach to climbing, well, anything.

Upon discovery that Oliver North resides on Pawley’s Island, mere minutes from our beach-side residence, a battalion of Viet-cong soldiers could not have kept me from “visiting” (ergo stalking) this decorated hero’s local haunts. In a surprising advantage, my Lilly attire actually afforded anonymity in these antebellum parts, as even the parishioners at Colonel North’s church, All Saints Episcopal, were a parade of seersucker and L. Pulitzer pageantry. Ollie would never see me coming. And sadly, he never did, since he was away at the time of my Conservative Celebrities of America stalking. (and yes, this is a self-formed coalition)

In close, my parents possess powers that have charmed my children since infancy and as I sit in here in Hawaii, (practically in Japan though with decidedly more Mexican joints) reminiscing about our family vacation, I am deeply saddened. My consolation will have to be that, well, I live in Hawaii and we have a year to convert this blue state to red for Governor Rick Perry.